Title: Fears That Aren't Extinguished
Chapter 1: Mengele
"Mengele would've loved you," the boy whispered in her ear the first night she came back.
"He liked his guinea pigs rare and who is more exceptional than thou, my dear?"
The words didn't match the voice at all and Rogue kept on thinking, This is so wrong. So twisted to see such ugly words come out of a young boy's mouth. But his eyes…
His eyes were still frighteningly cold and calm. He had long ago become accustomed to terrible things since he was, after all, Magneto. He said it often himself that the young boy had died ages ago while shoveling the bodies of his own people into hungry furnaces that never stopped roaring. That boy lost his soul in Auschwitz.
But his dreams or rather, his nightmares lived on and they keep her eyes blood-shot at night.
"You're pulverizin'my innocence," Rogue told him, though she doubted he cared.
"I was only thirteen when they destroyed mine," Magneto replied.
"But ya didn't tell them ya were thirteen," she said slowly.
"To do so would've been fatal," he responded. "They didn't allow thirteen-year-old boys in the Sonderkommando."
She paused then because in her dreams, she had a caught a glimpse of a gypsy girl with newly shorn hair, her trembling hands clutching a threadbare blanket. The gypsy girl was haggard and gaunt and emaciated, but her eyes...they were beautiful. Her extraordinarily long-lashed, melancholy brown eyes were what convinced the boy to dedicate himself to her for the rest of his life. He lov---
Magneto turned away from her. His voice was hoarse. "Perhaps you should go to sleep now, my dear."
Confused, but not ready to argue since she needed her sleep, Rogue lied down again and resting her cheek against her pillow, managed to fall asleep and stay asleep without screaming from her...his nightmares.